"Of course I can be certain." Vizet nodded and raised his Wand, giving it a gentle flick.
The hall suddenly became transparent, as though Vizet had turned it all into glass.
Yet everyone present was focused entirely on what lay behind Vizet.
Behind Vizet floated an azure planet.
Different shades of blue covered its surface, while vast layers of clouds blanketed it. A ring of light traced the planet's edge.
That planet should clearly have been very close to them, yet at that moment, it seemed unimaginably distant.
"We're already..." The person who had asked the question opened his mouth, trying to organize his words. "On the Moon?"
"But this doesn't feel right..." One guest frowned and tentatively jumped upward. "If we were on the Moon, shouldn't it feel different?"
The Muggle leaders, including President Bill, wore equally subtle expressions.
Even though the Magical Artifacts on them had not reacted, they still found themselves unwilling to believe Vizet's words.
Just as the questioner had said, the distance between the Moon and Earth was actually far greater than people imagined.
Vizet's Magical Ability had reached such a level that he could silently move an entire building... all the way to the Moon?
But then they thought of what Vizet had done two years ago—restoring the Moon before any of them had even realized what was happening...
Doing something similar now somehow... did not seem quite so impossible.
"It's merely the effect of some magic." Vizet smiled and lightly tapped with his Wand.
Almost at the same instant, everyone present felt completely different.
Their bodies seemed to become weightless. Even the slightest movement of an arm or the lifting of a leg made the sensation more obvious.
They truly found the feeling hard to describe, mainly because none of them had ever